Ange ➳ jjk+kth

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Thank you so much for the sweet comments, I smiled so much while reading them and yes I read every single one of them whether I reply or not! 💖

Btw what do u guys think of my writing on Taekook almost smut? Kinda curious lmao.

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⚠️ W A R N I N G ⚠️
Mature themes ahead. If you are not comfortable with themes such as violence or attempted rape please do not continue with this chapter.

The duo make their way past the endless halls, the blond thrashing and screaming for help that appeared increasingly little.

The elder had been suppressing his irritation at the other's emphatic pleading, eyes twitching in annoyance as Taehyung elicits a rather high pitched scream for aid.

"Shut up!"he roars, his voice straining against the marble walls, eyes glinting dangerously, "Fucking shut up!"

The male extends his hand to deliver a thundering blow to the blond's ass, one for which both were sure would leave a nasty imprint.

Taehyung lets out a choked sob, frame jerking forward at the intensity of the smack, his vision blurred and unfocused as he struggles to smother his cries.

There's muffled silence, occasionally broken from a scratchy hiccup or sniffle as they make their way down the endless corridors.

The male stops at the furthest door of the corridor, a dark smirk curling at his lips as he shoves the door open, careful to not drop the blond from his shoulder.

All Taehyung can see is the cream carpet, presumably vacuumed the other day from the stark cleanliness. He's tempted to open his mouth and yell once again, but the consequences that lay ahead clamp a hand over his lips, his mind retreating into the trembling darkness.

He's suddenly thrown from the uncomfortable position on the elder's shoulder to what appears to be a bed below him. A sharp shriek falls from his lips at the contact of his pained rear end against the bed, eyes squeezing shut as he clenches at the bed sheet.

They're in a bedroom, the walls painted a deep, rose red that appears as if it were warning him of what was to come.

Taehyung can feel his body quivering, long legs drawing closer to his body as he curls into a ball, a source of protection that he hoped would ward off the sense of evil the man above him presented.

His movements are cut short however, calloused palms clasping around his ankles and tugging him foreword.

Loud pleads for the other to let go elicits from his trembling lips, hands reaching down to attempt to pry those who clutch at his feet, halting his legs from any possible movement.

"Please!"he cries, dragging his nails over the other's fingers that curl around his ankle, kicking and thrashing hopelessly, "P-Please let go!"

It's heartbreaking to view, tan cheeks moist with tears as his slim figure tosses and writhes away from the man who digs his nails into his ankle, chest heavy in agonising gasps of air through his clogged sobs.

Surprisingly he does let go, a sick grin playing on his chapped lips, hands darting in a split second to his neck, fingers curling around the expanse of exposed column of coffee skin.

A choked gasp worms it's way past his cherry lips, eyes brimming with tears as he struggles to breathe, clawing helplessly at the hands that press at his throat.

Strong hands suddenly tuck around his knees, pulling him up from the bed and slamming his shaking frame to the wall, head coming into rough contact with the painted red.